Klamath Falls: Cindy's Perspective

We left Mount Shasta early and headed into town for coffee and pastry (notice the pattern here?).  It happened to be the only most popular coffee shop in town.  It was delightful.  Everyone knew everyone, the chatter was a hoot, and the coffee and pastry were excellent.

Our waitress/hostess/owner was very excited that we were able to avail ourselves of "News hot off the press".   "Aren't you two lucky.  We publish once a week and today's the day!  You two have fresh news to go with your breakfast."  This was clearly going to be our lucky day.

A customer was speaking to the group at large (this included the mayor, the town's postal worker, the town's firefighter).  "Boy, am I having a bumper crop of zucchini this summer!"  The cook then called out, "Yea I know, I stole a bunch this morning for today's special."

Only is small town America can we enjoy this kind of banter.

Breakfast finished, we headed off to the Mount Shasta Lavender Farm, the WWII Memorial Sculpture Garden,  Klamath Falls Visitor Center, and the Klamath Falls Historical Museum.  I am beginning to understand why our children run screaming from the room  politely decline any invitations to vacation with us.   

After this strenuous day of "vacationing by paragraph",  (this essentially means we open the guide book and go paragraph-by-paragraph visiting ALL the suggested sites), we decided we needed a rest.  Cheech found a lovely park in Klamath Falls and we turned on the car air-conditioner, plugged in all of our electrical devices for recharging, put on some nice music, and promptly drained our car battery in less than 10 minutes.

AAA to the rescue!  Our mechanic and her sidekick arrived in about 40 minutes.  She then started a 20 minute "diagnosis".  "Dead battery", I wanted to scream, but who am I to tell someone else how to do their job? Actually I do that all the time.

I sat pulling out my hair strand by strand patiently (transfixed by her fingernails) while she made the final diagnosis "dead battery" (arghh), gave us a charge, and bid us a fond farewell.  She also let me take a picture of her nails.   It was quite a memorable day.